Rough Draft

The traffic's backed for miles,
On this quiet suburban roads.
While the rubber necking strangers,
Are dying to see this victim's wounds.

Gone's the lovelorn-ess, back is the angst and the numbness.

Nah, I'll still be the same 'ol me, just that no traces of the previous deliberate stains would remain. Cocoons are spun to diverge ourselves away from the real world, but they tear eventually.

And butterflies wings emerge, ready to battle the hurt of this world.

So I've seen the old cocoon in tatters, and thus deciding that everyone must move on one day, even humans. Went to pick up Tingzhi with Deb and Jeff, and despite the short time Deb was with us, I still think partner's one of the best company you can ever have. We waited and waited, before Tingzhi finally appeared, and ran towards Deb, before giving us one of her usual smiles. Proceeded to macs, before we ended up chatting. I actually realise how easy it is for me to communicate with Tingzhi- maybe it's her smiles that always colour our days. After Deb left, we had the conversation I classify as the 'lovesick conversation'. We then waited for Chevy to touch down, while Hendy, Sarah and Steph came. After Tingzhi had to go off, Jeff and I decided to head off to Dhoby Gault to have one of our rare 'brothers' trip. Played pool, and the arcade, as well as getting guitar strings. But what highlighted this day beside the return of Tingzhi and Chevy was how Jeff and I manage to talk and confided in each other. Well, it's not bad a day, considering how it started with a major quarrel with Dad and all.

Emo songs reign first once again on my playlist. Not those crappy love songs that make you sniff and cry, but those songs that burn inside of you..

And the water remained crystal clear, still and unwavering.